I thought
I was weak.
I was weak even when
I thought I was strong.
I was right when I thought I was wrong.
Sometimes I was wrong
when I thought
I was right.
I was happy
even when
I thought
I was sad.
I was sad
even when
I thought
I was happy.
I was poor when
I thought
I was rich.
And rich when I thought
I was poor.
I thought I closed some doors.
I thought I opened up
even more.
I thought I would just collect
dust.
But He took me off the shelf.
I thought my feet carried me.
I thought I could see.
I thought I knew love.
I thought I knew me.
But then one day
as I lay
quietly
I heard Him say,
I am your strength.
I am your weakness.
I am your right.
I am your wrong.
I am your happy.
I am your sad.
I am your rich.
I am your poor.
I opened that door.
I closed even more.
I made you dust.
I took you up.
When you were weak it was
to make you seek.
When you were wrong it was to
make you strong.
When you were sad it was to
make you happy.
When you were poor it was to
make you rich.
When some doors shut it was
to help you up.
When time lingered
it was to
remind you that life is not
to be rushed.
I am your feet.
More so when
the road is
steep.
I am your eyes.
You are my prize.
I am your Love.
Give it to Me.
I am you, my child.
You are of Me.
Filled with gifts and treasures
further than eyes can
see.
You are my child.
Be not afraid.
I go before you
even til the
end of days.
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